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@asmptherapycloset
Mental notes on a!Wil:
Continue exposure & talk therapy
Earn a!Wilbur's trust
Try to separate them and a!Dream.
Try to get them to take a break from presidency
The key to all of this is being understanding.
Mental notes on NO!Will:
Idk, at this point. Just take it one step at s time.
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Get help, boy. Go back to your family, Blue, heck, even - even Paulo at this point.
Why are you doing this to yourself?
(Also ooohh, hallucinations. I'm p sure you're hallucinating rn, Red. I wonder how long until you can see us?)
... [There's no going back. Even if he were to figure out a safe path, he'd die before getting halfway down. Even if he survived, he already didn't quite belong anywhere but this frozen silence. Now, he's lost too much of himself. There's no going back. Not now.]
...? [Who is "Paulo"? Red doesn't know him.]
... [He's probably not hallucinating. Hopefully. The conditions of this mountain are so hostile, anything is possible. It's just as probable that you're a ghost. Or death itself settling in. Perhaps all of it... It's hard to think up here.]
...
Why can't you go back?
You.
You.
I have. No words. Except for this:
Fuck. You. How do you live with yourself? Do you honestly think what you are doing is okay?
(@asmptherapycloset)
*Red rolls his eyes.* God, you people don't understand profit, do you?
Well, kid, when an opportunity presents itself, you're an idiot not to take it.
Do you have any compassion? Any at all?
*takes out a Diamond sword, coated with iron. Yes, this means you can't tell it's Diamond. Starts examining it, with just a hint of malice*
Well, you know what they say. No pain, no gain. And I'm not exactly one to go through pain myself, and that kid is so desperate for someone to love it that it'll do whatever I say, so the whole situation is really a win-win.
I get what I want, the money, and the kid gets to escape the past and gets to think someone cares about it.
Actually, that means I do more for it than it does for me.
Thank you for the food for thought. I'll be sure to make it repay the debts when it comes back from the Las Nevadas mines.
NO!
*she lashes out with the sword, swinging it towards Red and taking a step forwards, easing into a fighting stance. Whether or not (and where) he gets hit is up to you.*
Boy, am I glad I'm taking sword fighting lessons.
Don't. You - don't try to defend yourself. And don't do that to Wil. You want those diamonds? I can get them for you. Don't make Wil do it.
...but you'll only "love" it if it does what you want. If it says "no", all that love and affection disappear. That's not - true love is unconditional. True love is not forcing someone to do something they're obviously uncomfortable with! *she swings the sword, cutting... something on him. You decide what. She got a hit, that's the point. She calms down quickly.*
...of course, there are exceptions, like school, but none of those exceptions are anything you've done. Bastard.
*Red is shocked at how the tables had turned so quickly as he clutched the cuts caused by the sword. How could he have lost control in a second, he did not know. But he was sure as hell determined to get it back. And so, with no qualms about killing a child, he draws a gun.*
Oh, kid, I don't have to defend myself. If I really needed and it was here, Will would probably defend me. And besides, I'm the person doing most of the work, it's just... A delivery boy that occasionally helps with PR.
And it's not like it knows the difference. All it knows is that I won't yell at it if it doesn't annoy me. It's dependant on me, I'm its god. It should be grateful for what I've given it. I have the control here. I hold the die. And I'll be glad to keep it in that position, you will not be getting in the way of that.
[Yeah. Awful.]
*A knock comes from the door.*
Hello? Could you let me in? I'm looking for a friend of mine. - @redtextfriend
Who the fuck-
Wait, who the fuck are you? I think you have the wrong uh. . . house.
Who..... is this.....
My name is Red. I'm looking for a Wilbur? Brown hair and eyes, stained shirt, have you seen it?
YOU ! ..... go gonow before I hurt you....*draws sword *
Awww! Does the stupid teen think he can stop me? Well. *Red pulls out a gun.* Let's see what good your sword does against a bullet, if you'd like.
Go a-fucking-head *pull a out a crossbow* YOUR NOT TAKING WIL
TECHNO, WAIT!
DON'T DO ANYTHING!
FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT DO I DO?!
I told you calmly to move.
You're making this harder than it has to be.
Wilbur is disposable, don't make me shoot it instead.
FINE! JUST DON'T SHOOT ANYONE!
[With that, he quickly steps aside.]
Fuck, I'm sorry, please don't hate me-
Thank you. You've made this a lot easier than it could've been. You're a good kid.
Now, Wilbur. Get up. Now. Or these people here get it.
W- wait he needs patience let him calm down, please-
*Red yanks Wilbur up by the arm.* I said, GET UP. And stop your pathetic crying.
HEY! DON'T DO THAT!
[He's about ready to pounce on this man.]
And what're you going to do, huh?! I'm getting Wilbur to come with me whether it likes it or not! Gonna cry? Gonna stop me? I hold all the cards here, kid!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm leaving.
I SAID TO BE CAREFUL WITH THEM!
[Aaaand, there he goes. He attempts to pounce on Red and attack the arm that was holding onto Will.
What a dumbass.]
HOLY FUCKING SHIT- *Red shoots Tommy on an instinct seconds before they make contact.*
*Wilbur can't draw their eyes away from his brother's corpse, as the tears seem to somehow intensify. It's all too much.*
Fucking animal, jesus christ...
[Down he goes.
His body lies there for a bit before disintegrating.]
Out of the way, as all children should be.
*Red practically drags Wilbur across the treehouse.* We'll deal with you later, Wilbur. I'm getting you as far away from this bullshit as I can.
[Fucking hell, forgot how much of an ass he was]
[Well, no, actually, but... still, omfg]
[Another day of hopelessly looking for his brother, he finally wanders to a place he'd mever been to.
He continuously calls out for Wilbur.]
[@redtextfriend (?)]
It's not going to be here.
Clearly, I know it better than you do.
This is useless.
We've checked the only locations you said Wilbur would be...
Do you know ANYTHING, or are you just as useless as Wilbur is?
I- uh- sorry I-
. . .
Wilbur isn't useless. . .
[His eyebrows furrow, as he processes the words out of the man's mouth.]
Are you sure you're. . . talking about Wilbur?
W- Wilbur Nuke?
Is that what it calls itself?!
*Red can barely restrain his laughter.*
THAT-
GOD, IT DOESN'T EVEN KNOW-
*Red stabilizes himself.*
Yes, I'm talking about Wilbur Nuke.
[He places his hands in his pockets.]
. . .
We came up with the name ourselves. . .
. . .
Wilbur isn't useless.
[He stares at Red with pure disgust.]
Don't call my brother useless.
Do you want to know the best part about this, Tommy?
Wilbur would agree with me! It knows how utterly useless it is! And I taught it that!
And you really need to come up with a better name. That name is stupid.
. . .
You what?
Do you want to drive that by me again?
[His voice gets higher the more he talks to Red.]
*Red gets closer with every word.*
I said: Wilbur knows how useless it is.
And you need a better name.
God, didn't you hear me?
[It forces him to look up at Red more, now noticing the distinct height difference between them.]
. . .
[HOLY SHIT HE STRAIGHT UP PULLS OUT A REVOLVER.
Wait, where the fuck did he get that?]
*Red takes a step back.*
Shit-
No one talks about my brother that way.
Do you fucking understand me?
I don't care who the fuck you are.
No one talks about them that way.
[He pulls the hammer back, glaring at Red.]
And what if Wilbur talks about itself this way?
Would you shoot your own "brother", Tommy?
Are you really that much of a bad person?
Don't assume things you don't know.
I'm tired of you.
[He just.
Pulls the trigger.]
*Red writhes on the ground, screaming in agony.*
[Somewhere, a god cackles in amusement. Finally.]
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CRASH
Okay, I've the blood test scheduled for tomorrow, if that's alright with you-
How are you feeling?
@youngestofthenukes
I-
Uh-. . .
Not- not good. . .
I think it's- it comes back-?
. . .
Do I have to do the blood test. . ?
Hmm...
Do you mind if I have a look?
And, to answer your question, only if you or a parent/guardian agrees to it.
Y- yeah. Please-
. . .
Okay.
Oh- That-
That doesn't look good...
Will you give me a second? I need to go check something if you don't mind.
Nora, (@ieatstoriesforbreakfast) please keep a close eye on your friend while I'm absent.
Don't be afraid to ask for me if anything happens, okay?
Okay, I will.
[The door slowly opens, revealing Tommy and no one else. Although, he has been crying.]
Sorry for the, uh. The wait. I was struggling with the bandages on my wrists.
[@asmptherapycloset]
Nevermind that, you've been crying. What's wrong?
Shit, am I?
[He quickly wipes his eyes.]
Nothing. Let's just go.
...are you still cold?
. . . A bit.
Look, can we save this for later?
I really want to leave. . .
...yeah, that's alright.
(She goes to open the door and holds it open)
(@dowhatican, by the power of omnipresence... where are you?)
*The nurse returns from her discussion, a scowl on her face as they look through files on a sepia clipboard. With every step, a slight click click of a pen can be heard as they anxiously click.*
So, Nora, about Tommy's condition- What?
Ahem. Excuse my shock, it's just that... That infection...
Well, I'm confused. I had just gotten you moved to a ward designated for younger patients as Wither Sickness isn't contagious, thankfully, and you seem suddenly fully healed.
We'll have to run a checkup. And try to find out how you've suddenly become cured. Darling, this is a medical care anomaly of the highest degree.
If... If something has caused you to be able to fight back the sickness, that could lead to massive medical progress!
U- uh.
Can I do this another, uhm, day?
Please?
[He suddenly gains nervousness, fidgeting with his own hand.]
Darling, due to your prior condition, a checkup will be mandatory.
...you won't find anything.
(She seems just a tad bit aggressive. Just a bit, though. Just a result of stress, really. If there ever was a fusion between c!Wilbur and SU...)
Uh. . .
. . .
Will it take long-?
Will there be, y- y'know. . .
Hospital-person, what will this... "check-up" entail?
(She's neutral, now)
Well, it'll mostly just be tests. We might have to do a blood test if we can't find a possible reason for this miraculous recovery, but anything further will need adult permission. And since Tommy does not have a known carer, that will be impossible.
Oh. . .
Okay.
I can- I can do that, I think. . .
...
How long would it take?
c!wilbur
thoughts?
Get the guy therapy.
[The door slowly opens, revealing Tommy and no one else. Although, he has been crying.]
Sorry for the, uh. The wait. I was struggling with the bandages on my wrists.
[@asmptherapycloset]
Nevermind that, you've been crying. What's wrong?
Shit, am I?
[He quickly wipes his eyes.]
Nothing. Let's just go.
...are you still cold?
. . . A bit.
Look, can we save this for later?
I really want to leave. . .
...yeah, that's alright.
(She goes to open the door and holds it open)
(@dowhatican, by the power of omnipresence... where are you?)
*The nurse returns from her discussion, a scowl on her face as they look through files on a sepia clipboard. With every step, a slight click click of a pen can be heard as they anxiously click.*
So, Nora, about Tommy's condition- What?
Ahem. Excuse my shock, it's just that... That infection...
Well, I'm confused. I had just gotten you moved to a ward designated for younger patients as Wither Sickness isn't contagious, thankfully, and you seem suddenly fully healed.
We'll have to run a checkup. And try to find out how you've suddenly become cured. Darling, this is a medical care anomaly of the highest degree.
If... If something has caused you to be able to fight back the sickness, that could lead to massive medical progress!
U- uh.
Can I do this another, uhm, day?
Please?
[He suddenly gains nervousness, fidgeting with his own hand.]
Darling, due to your prior condition, a checkup will be mandatory.
...you won't find anything.
(She seems just a tad bit aggressive. Just a bit, though. Just a result of stress, really. If there ever was a fusion between c!Wilbur and SU...)
Uh. . .
. . .
Will it take long-?
Will there be, y- y'know. . .
Hospital-person, what will this... "check-up" entail?
(She's neutral, now)
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[The door slowly opens, revealing Tommy and no one else. Although, he has been crying.]
Sorry for the, uh. The wait. I was struggling with the bandages on my wrists.
[@asmptherapycloset]
Nevermind that, you've been crying. What's wrong?
Shit, am I?
[He quickly wipes his eyes.]
Nothing. Let's just go.
...are you still cold?
. . . A bit.
Look, can we save this for later?
I really want to leave. . .
...yeah, that's alright.
(She goes to open the door and holds it open)
(@dowhatican, by the power of omnipresence... where are you?)
*The nurse returns from her discussion, a scowl on her face as they look through files on a sepia clipboard. With every step, a slight click click of a pen can be heard as they anxiously click.*
So, Nora, about Tommy's condition- What?
Ahem. Excuse my shock, it's just that... That infection...
Well, I'm confused. I had just gotten you moved to a ward designated for younger patients as Wither Sickness isn't contagious, thankfully, and you seem suddenly fully healed.
We'll have to run a checkup. And try to find out how you've suddenly become cured. Darling, this is a medical care anomaly of the highest degree.
If... If something has caused you to be able to fight back the sickness, that could lead to massive medical progress!
U- uh.
Can I do this another, uhm, day?
Please?
[He suddenly gains nervousness, fidgeting with his own hand.]
Darling, due to your prior condition, a checkup will be mandatory.
...you won't find anything.
(She seems just a tad bit aggressive. Just a bit, though. Just a result of stress, really. If there ever was a fusion between c!Wilbur and SU...)
[The door slowly opens, revealing Tommy and no one else. Although, he has been crying.]
Sorry for the, uh. The wait. I was struggling with the bandages on my wrists.
[@asmptherapycloset]
Nevermind that, you've been crying. What's wrong?
Shit, am I?
[He quickly wipes his eyes.]
Nothing. Let's just go.
...are you still cold?
. . . A bit.
Look, can we save this for later?
I really want to leave. . .
...yeah, that's alright.
(She goes to open the door and holds it open)
(@dowhatican, by the power of omnipresence... where are you?)
What to do, what to do, what to do...
Tommy's talking to a... creep. Never seen him before. Get the feeling I shouldn't trust him. I trust the feelings with my life.
...but he's a child. I won't hurt him. Well, I'll try not to.
How to help Wilbur? Flexibility, love and trust.
They need some amount of control, an ability to bend plans and situations to their wants.
They have to want to do this.
They have to be shown love, true love. Not the conditional, conditioning love Red shows. Fuck Red. Tommy and Techno both really care about them. The two has to show it. I have to teach them how, If they'll be willing to learn. They'll have to show vulnerability, which brings me to my next point.
Trust. Wilbur shows trust in some things. Drugs. Red. Those things are normal to them. They know what to expect. However, they can't trust him. They can't trust him not to enter their personal space and change things on a whim. They can't trust - they said something about lashing out, about how they don't trust themself not to hurt people they love. They can't trust Techno. Techno left them when they called for help.
Tommy asked how to help Wilbur.
Flexibility.
Love.
And trust.
I can't just interrupt creepy dude's talk, but I can't let Tommy continue making deals with him. How to approach? ...
A knock is a safe bet. I'll ask if he's ok, as well.
omg i just sent an ask on anon. dont respond to that respond to this instead! trick or treat!!!
u can have 3 out of each bowl!
GIVE BACK BOWLS!!!
give me. the bowls
NO
GIVE ME THE DAMN BOWLS
@yailea HELP ME
STAY AWAY, FIEND. THESE ARE OUT BOWLS NOW!
give me the bowls, yailea.
don't do it, yai!! c'mon!
WHAT THE FUCK! WHY ARE YOU PULLING A SWORD ON US OVER CANDY?
ive had this sword since unburs 2nd reblog, and you've only noticed now?
MY POINT STILL STANDS
just give me the fucking bowls, yailea. its not that hard
ooooh, yeeeah. like i'm gonna have ANY respect for you after you've THREATENED me.
maybe i wouldn't have threatend you if you didn't take my fucking bowls.
IT'S JUST FUCKING CANDY!
YEAH, AND I WOULD'VE LET YOU HAVE THE CANDY IF YOU DIDN'T STEAL IT!
THREATENING TO MURDER ME IF A LOT WORSE THAN ME STEALING.
I... I-It doesn't matter, okay? Just give me the damn bowls, and this doesn't have to happen! I don't want to hurt you-!
YOU'RE BEING UNREASONABLE; JUST LET ME GO! i'm scared
I WOULD LET YOU GO IF YOU GAVE THEM BACK!
THIS-THIS IS STUPID! JUST LET ME GO!
*Xe steps a few paces closer, pointing the sword closer to yailea* JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING BOWLS!! dont make me do this. please.
*Yailea takes a few steps back, colliding with a wall. It's doing their best to hide their fear as their beloved yells at it, but that's becoming harder and harder.* I-IT'S JUST CANDY! YOU DON'T HAVE TO KILL ME OVER IT!
YOU'RE RIGHT, I DON'T! IF YOU JUST GAVE IT BACK, EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE!
*Yailea's eyes dart around, looking for an escape or a way to fight back.*
JUST... JUST LET ME GO, PLEASE!
*Waters points the sword at Yailea, ready to stab them* GIVE ME THE CANDY BACK, AND THEN I WILL! JUST GIVE ME WHATS MINE!!
*Yailea scratches Waters' hands, trying to get away. They are terrified.* LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO.
*Waters draws the sword back, and closes xyr eyes*
*It takes the opportunity to scurry away, scared of what'll happen if they don't.*
HEY! Get back here! *They start to run after them, stopping for a moment, thinking about what they're doing.*
*Then they continue to run*
*Sweettooth knows it can't outrun Waters. Their legs are only little. Still, it tries. Maybe that makes them an idiot. Maybe that makes them resilient. Whatever that makes them, it didn't care. All it cares for is the thud of their feet against the pavement that seems to copy the beats of its heart. The metallic taste of fear is all it could taste, a contrast to the sweet tastes it loves so much. They close their eyes. While it was never religious, they pray against prayer that it could run fast enough that the predator on its tail would lose track of xyr prey.*
They run
run
and run.
Their heart beats in their ears. Ve knows its wrong. They know they shouldn't. But all xe could think about right now was that something of theirs was being stolen. Give it back, Its mine. Ve thought. Bees footsteps pounded on the road, slowly but surely catching up to the thing that took whats theirs. They'll get it back. Xe has to. Xe never took their line of sight off that thief, making sure their grasp on vis sword never loosened, no matter how fast they ran, no matter how mamy twists and turns they had to make. They wanted what was theirs back, and they were going to make sure bee got it.
*Tears start to fall as it slowly runs out of stamina, becoming slower and slower. Everything hurts. Their ankles feel like they are on fire. It won't take much for it to collapse from exhaustion.*
*They start to cry. It just wanted some candy. This wasn't supposed to end like this. How did everything go so wrong.*
*It can barely see through their tears, letting the primal instinct of survival take over.*
*As their feet hit the ground, everything seems more and more muffled as a burning headache grates in their skull. More tears fall as the doom started to weigh on Sweettooth's shoulders.*
*This is it. This is the end. The thoughts started to whirl inside its mind.*
*And on its favourite day of the year, Halloween.*
They were gaining on them, xe could tell.
The black shadow that was the thief that took what was theirs got bigger, closer, slowing down. CBR!Waters took big, powerful strides, quickly catching up to their prey.
But they could get tired to. Bees breathing became heavy, their grip on their sword loosening. Though xe wouldn't be giving up chase any time soon, unless they somehow came to their senses, but that certainly wouldn't be happening. They kept running, running and running.
Xe just wouldn't give up. Thoughts of Its mine, Give it back, That thing took whats yours, dont stop chasing it invaded xyr head. They weren't thinking about the person about to tackle them, nor the consequences of killing a innocent child. Ve was only thinking GIVE. IT. BACK.
@ieatstoriesforbreakfast
(I'm green? Ok, then)
(...why am I green? Just curious?)
(She tackles ve, from the side, causing them both to fall down)
(She tears the sword out of xyr hands and tosses it to the side. She then gets up and offers a hand to xe)
Why do you think murder will help?
omg i just sent an ask on anon. dont respond to that respond to this instead! trick or treat!!!
u can have 3 out of each bowl!
GIVE BACK BOWLS!!!
give me. the bowls
NO
GIVE ME THE DAMN BOWLS
@yailea HELP ME
STAY AWAY, FIEND. THESE ARE OUT BOWLS NOW!
give me the bowls, yailea.
don't do it, yai!! c'mon!
WHAT THE FUCK! WHY ARE YOU PULLING A SWORD ON US OVER CANDY?
ive had this sword since unburs 2nd reblog, and you've only noticed now?
MY POINT STILL STANDS
just give me the fucking bowls, yailea. its not that hard
ooooh, yeeeah. like i'm gonna have ANY respect for you after you've THREATENED me.
maybe i wouldn't have threatend you if you didn't take my fucking bowls.
IT'S JUST FUCKING CANDY!
YEAH, AND I WOULD'VE LET YOU HAVE THE CANDY IF YOU DIDN'T STEAL IT!
THREATENING TO MURDER ME IF A LOT WORSE THAN ME STEALING.
I... I-It doesn't matter, okay? Just give me the damn bowls, and this doesn't have to happen! I don't want to hurt you-!
YOU'RE BEING UNREASONABLE; JUST LET ME GO! i'm scared
I WOULD LET YOU GO IF YOU GAVE THEM BACK!
THIS-THIS IS STUPID! JUST LET ME GO!
*Xe steps a few paces closer, pointing the sword closer to yailea* JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING BOWLS!! dont make me do this. please.
*Yailea takes a few steps back, colliding with a wall. It's doing their best to hide their fear as their beloved yells at it, but that's becoming harder and harder.* I-IT'S JUST CANDY! YOU DON'T HAVE TO KILL ME OVER IT!
YOU'RE RIGHT, I DON'T! IF YOU JUST GAVE IT BACK, EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE!
*Yailea's eyes dart around, looking for an escape or a way to fight back.*
JUST... JUST LET ME GO, PLEASE!
*Waters points the sword at Yailea, ready to stab them* GIVE ME THE CANDY BACK, AND THEN I WILL! JUST GIVE ME WHATS MINE!!
*Yailea scratches Waters' hands, trying to get away. They are terrified.* LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO.
*Waters draws the sword back, and closes xyr eyes*
*It takes the opportunity to scurry away, scared of what'll happen if they don't.*
HEY! Get back here! *They start to run after them, stopping for a moment, thinking about what they're doing.*
*Then they continue to run*
*Sweettooth knows it can't outrun Waters. Their legs are only little. Still, it tries. Maybe that makes them an idiot. Maybe that makes them resilient. Whatever that makes them, it didn't care. All it cares for is the thud of their feet against the pavement that seems to copy the beats of its heart. The metallic taste of fear is all it could taste, a contrast to the sweet tastes it loves so much. They close their eyes. While it was never religious, they pray against prayer that it could run fast enough that the predator on its tail would lose track of xyr prey.*
(She runs in front of Waters, blocking the path. She uses her sword to dearm xyr, and then proceeds to throw her sword to the side as well)
Stop terrorizing a child, please.
(/ooc) where tf did u come from /lh
FUCK WAIT NO WRONG BLOG
okay fixed
(Idfk. A child was being traumatized. I was summoned. *shrugs*)
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omg i just sent an ask on anon. dont respond to that respond to this instead! trick or treat!!!
u can have 3 out of each bowl!
GIVE BACK BOWLS!!!
give me. the bowls
NO
GIVE ME THE DAMN BOWLS
@yailea HELP ME
STAY AWAY, FIEND. THESE ARE OUT BOWLS NOW!
give me the bowls, yailea.
don't do it, yai!! c'mon!
WHAT THE FUCK! WHY ARE YOU PULLING A SWORD ON US OVER CANDY?
ive had this sword since unburs 2nd reblog, and you've only noticed now?
MY POINT STILL STANDS
just give me the fucking bowls, yailea. its not that hard
ooooh, yeeeah. like i'm gonna have ANY respect for you after you've THREATENED me.
maybe i wouldn't have threatend you if you didn't take my fucking bowls.
IT'S JUST FUCKING CANDY!
YEAH, AND I WOULD'VE LET YOU HAVE THE CANDY IF YOU DIDN'T STEAL IT!
THREATENING TO MURDER ME IF A LOT WORSE THAN ME STEALING.
I... I-It doesn't matter, okay? Just give me the damn bowls, and this doesn't have to happen! I don't want to hurt you-!
YOU'RE BEING UNREASONABLE; JUST LET ME GO! i'm scared
I WOULD LET YOU GO IF YOU GAVE THEM BACK!
THIS-THIS IS STUPID! JUST LET ME GO!
*Xe steps a few paces closer, pointing the sword closer to yailea* JUST GIVE ME THE FUCKING BOWLS!! dont make me do this. please.
*Yailea takes a few steps back, colliding with a wall. It's doing their best to hide their fear as their beloved yells at it, but that's becoming harder and harder.* I-IT'S JUST CANDY! YOU DON'T HAVE TO KILL ME OVER IT!
YOU'RE RIGHT, I DON'T! IF YOU JUST GAVE IT BACK, EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE!
*Yailea's eyes dart around, looking for an escape or a way to fight back.*
JUST... JUST LET ME GO, PLEASE!
*Waters points the sword at Yailea, ready to stab them* GIVE ME THE CANDY BACK, AND THEN I WILL! JUST GIVE ME WHATS MINE!!
*Yailea scratches Waters' hands, trying to get away. They are terrified.* LET ME GO, LET ME GO, LET ME GO.
*Waters draws the sword back, and closes xyr eyes*
*It takes the opportunity to scurry away, scared of what'll happen if they don't.*
HEY! Get back here! *They start to run after them, stopping for a moment, thinking about what they're doing.*
*Then they continue to run*
*Sweettooth knows it can't outrun Waters. Their legs are only little. Still, it tries. Maybe that makes them an idiot. Maybe that makes them resilient. Whatever that makes them, it didn't care. All it cares for is the thud of their feet against the pavement that seems to copy the beats of its heart. The metallic taste of fear is all it could taste, a contrast to the sweet tastes it loves so much. They close their eyes. While it was never religious, they pray against prayer that it could run fast enough that the predator on its tail would lose track of xyr prey.*
(She runs in front of Waters, blocking the path. She uses her sword to dearm xyr, and then proceeds to throw her sword to the side as well)
Stop terrorizing a child, please.
[It takes him awhile to calm down surely, but he's still on edge.]
Th- this was a mistake. . .
[@asmptherapycloset @dowhatican]
Okay. Let's just get the hospital-person's opinion on what to do and then we can go?
How does that sound?
[He shakily nods.]
Y- yeah, whatever. I just want to get better and get the fuck out. . .
Exactly.
...sorry for not giving you the Regen Pot right away. I should've listened to you. I'm sorry.
It's- It's whatever, he's fine.
Okay.
...what were you seeing, earlier? Is there any way I can help?
[He stays quiet, now curling up with his knees to his chest and arms wrapped around them.]
. . .
It's okay if you don't feel comfortable sharing.
...where would you like to go, after we leave?
. . . I just want to go home. . .
Okay. We'll go home, then, after this.
(It does not seem like a good time to ask where home is)
[He slowly nods, letting out a sigh.]
. . . I'm sorry.
[His voice is a bit low as he hides his face in his arms.]
Hey... (her voice is sympathetic)
You needn't be sorry. You were scared, you were having a flashback, it's alright.
I guess. . .
Can we just leave? Please?
[He puts his chin on his knees, looking at her.]
...we can leave this room? But we still need to figure out how to get rid of the Sickness.
(She holds out her hand for him to take)
I'll figure it out. . .
[He murmurs, silently staring at her hand with a blank expression.]
Tommy?
(She gently waves a hand in front of his face)
[He just stares at it, getting a bit more confused and irritated.]
(She lets the hand fall)
(She speaks clearly and just a tad slower. The only way you can tell it's not her normal speaking pattern is if you know how she speaks)
Tommy, how do you feel about leaving the room?
Well, it's better than fucking staying in here!
[He's a bit shouty now.]
Okay.
Then let's go.
(She... doesn't put her hand out. It seems that might be what made him spacey, for some reason? Better safe than sorry)
Okay.
[He rubs his eyes and removes the covers, already shivering at the cold. It has him freeze up for a bit.]
(She looks around for something that can be used as warmth)
Oh. Here. (She goes to a nightstand-like thing and takes the clothes. She then walks back to Tommy's side)
I think these are yours. (She offers them up to him, just... holding them out, but not extending her whole arm out again)
They might help with the coldness?
[For a short bit, he snatches his clothes from her and holds onto them tightly.
He's a bit "out of it".]
Thank you. . .
You're welcome.
There's a bathroom, right there, so if you want to change...
(As she says it, she motions towards the bathroom door)
[He slowly nods, but seems hesitant to get off the bed.]
Or I could turn around, while you change here?
